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  • Years ago, when my older grandson, Kiki, was a small boy, he was fascinated by raptors; eagles, hawks, falcons...I don't recall him being especially enamored by owls, but maybe I'm forgetting.

    Kiki's mom always did whatever she could to encourage the furtherance of knowledge in her sons, taking them to museums or talks or displays of the natural world. Young as the two boys were, she was ever diligent regarding their future happiness and success. To this end, Julie investigated classes, schools, and other means for Kiki to learn about falconry.

    What she discovered in her investigation is that among all the possible vocations, falconers have the highest rate of divorce. We enjoyed some time guessing why this could be. I suspect it has to do with the fact that one member of a couple goes about with a killer bird strapped to his arm. But I could be wrong.

    At any rate, a friend, Kiki's aunt, has decided to become a falconer. I warned her. She just smiles, assumes I am just an old fuddy duddy. I ought to warn her husband.
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